Pizza Parlor
Wee!Wee!
Goes the dough in the air.
Splat!
Splat
!Goes the sauce on the dough.
Sprinkle!
Sprinkle!
Goes the cheese on the sauce.
Sizzle!
Sizzle!
Goes the pizza as it cooks.
Auther unknown
This is an example of an Onomatopoeia. Crack An Egg
Crack an egg Stir the butter Break the yolk Make it flutter Stroke the heat Hear it sizzle Shake the salt Just a drizzle Flip it over Just like that Press it down Squeeze it flat Pop the toast Spread the jam thin Say the words Breakfast's in
Hi, These look like Mr. Saltys' favourite poets. Anyone else have anyone they like? How about
posting the best lines in the poem, the poet's name or website and of course, your online name so we know who posted. Awesome! Thanks. Mrs.Smith ---- Boom!
Went the food
trays.
Clap! Clap!
Goes the teacher
Rip!
Went the
plastic bag.
Munch! Munch!
Go the students.
Slurp!!!
Went the straws.
Whisper
Is what half the kids
in the room
are doing.
Crunch!
Crunch!
go
the candy bars.
Posted by: SuperGrl43
Author:
Jacinta Ramayah, Malaysia
Posted By Reggytony
THE OLYMPIC RUNNER (hyperbole)
The sun beat down so hard it burnt his back,
His feet ate the dust as he ran the endless track,
The wind gave him wings and the miles flew by,
He was gunning for gold, for victory he’d die.
Critics had a field day when he entered the arena,
They could have knocked him down with a feather,
“Sideways you can’t see him through a 50-cent coin,
Bones on a cold carcass make up his manly loin.”
“His feet so long he will surely fall flat on his face,
Legs stretch down like two bamboo poles in place,
From the land of famine he gets not his daily bread,
If he wins, we’ll eat our hats,” in mockery they said.
As he touched the finish line, the crowd went wild,
Cheers heard across the land by every man and child,
His heartbeats so erratic they were beating out of time
If he could take a shot at his critics it’d be no crime.
Sweat streamed down, pooled like rivulets on the floor,
A warrior back from the battlefield, battered and sore,
Standing tall as a Brobdingnagian, the anthem sung
The joy so sweet, he could taste it on his tongue.
He was so tired he felt he could sleep for a year
The cynics struck dumb, had no cause to jeer,
‘A man in a million’ was the headlines that day
“Not a mere man but a giant in spirit,” they say.
A simile is a figure of speech that uses like or as. It stretches our imagination.
Flint
An emerald is as green as grass,
A ruby red as blood;
A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;
A flint lies in the mud.
Continued
A diamond is a brilliant stone,
To catch the world's desire;
An opal holds a fiery spark
but flint hold fire.
This poem was written by Christina Rosseti.
http://www.storyit.com/Classics/JustPoems/flint.htm
percyfan1
My Favorite Poets
- Walter Dean Mayers
http://loribailey.wordpress.com/2004/11/15/love-that-boy-complete-poem/- Edgar Allen Poe - "The Raven"
http://www.heise.de/ix/raven/Literature/Lore/TheRaven.html- Example of Alliteration
http://home.vicnet.net.au/~poems/ps/html/alliteration_examples.htmlexample of alliteration
- Shakespeare
http://www.artofeurope.com/shakespeare/sha12.htm -legoman124Onomatopoeia- a onomatopoeia is a use of words which express their meanings.
Pizza Parlor
Wee!Wee!
Goes the dough in the air.
Splat!
Splat
!Goes the sauce on the dough.
Sprinkle!
Sprinkle!
Goes the cheese on the sauce.
Sizzle!
Sizzle!
Goes the pizza as it cooks.
Auther unknown
This is an example of an Onomatopoeia.
Crack An Egg
Crack an egg
Stir the butter
Break the yolk
Make it flutter
Stroke the heat
Hear it sizzle
Shake the salt
Just a drizzle
Flip it over
Just like that
Press it down
Squeeze it flat
Pop the toast
Spread the jam thin
Say the words
Breakfast's in
Hi, These look like Mr. Saltys' favourite poets. Anyone else have anyone they like? How about
posting the best lines in the poem, the poet's name or website and of course, your online name so we know who posted. Awesome! Thanks. Mrs.Smith
Boom!
Went the food
trays.
Clap! Clap!
Goes the teacher
Rip!
Went the
plastic bag.
Munch! Munch!
Go the students.
Slurp!!!
Went the straws.
Whisper
Is what half the kids
in the room
are doing.
Crunch!
Crunch!
go
the candy bars.
Posted by: SuperGrl43
Author:
Jacinta Ramayah, Malaysia
Posted By Reggytony
The sun beat down so hard it burnt his back,
His feet ate the dust as he ran the endless track,
The wind gave him wings and the miles flew by,
He was gunning for gold, for victory he’d die.
Critics had a field day when he entered the arena,
They could have knocked him down with a feather,
“Sideways you can’t see him through a 50-cent coin,
Bones on a cold carcass make up his manly loin.”
“His feet so long he will surely fall flat on his face,
Legs stretch down like two bamboo poles in place,
From the land of famine he gets not his daily bread,
If he wins, we’ll eat our hats,” in mockery they said.
As he touched the finish line, the crowd went wild,
Cheers heard across the land by every man and child,
His heartbeats so erratic they were beating out of time
If he could take a shot at his critics it’d be no crime.
Sweat streamed down, pooled like rivulets on the floor,
A warrior back from the battlefield, battered and sore,
Standing tall as a Brobdingnagian, the anthem sung
The joy so sweet, he could taste it on his tongue.
He was so tired he felt he could sleep for a year
The cynics struck dumb, had no cause to jeer,
‘A man in a million’ was the headlines that day
“Not a mere man but a giant in spirit,” they say.